2018-03-09
redotel
I died and went to a house of red wine and red curtains. Spoke a language of fog and distance. I put on a suit and applied for desk clerk jobs in the cult hotels of Norway.
Here comes the bell. Here comes the mirror. Drinking red wine behind the desk of Norway. I pet the taxidermy. I seek an afterlife in windowpanes. Hopelessly in love with streetlights in snowfall. |